family party

Here we are yet again

I'm under the table killing my pen

Convincing my cousin who's three

I'm a beautiful dragon with a secret to keep

He slides right under the bench

He asks me if I can fly and I tell him yes

He says he'll keep my secret for me

From the rest of the branches on our family tree

They circle up for prayer, while I'm gazing

From the window by the stairs, they look crazy

But I'm sure to them I look like the same thing

A couple sentences dressed up

As conversation at a party

Before we go to bed

We walk to the farm by my house round the bend

To play a game of touch midnight-catch

A family tradition of making me less

While I'm trying to break

The way that it cycles every time that I play

The prophecy fulfills with it's best

If I watch from the sidelines

If I watch from the bench

They circle up for game, while I gaze in

From the window by the stairs, I can place them

They're ruffling my hair and they're saying

Are you trying to pretend like you're

At some cooler party again?

And they walk away missing what I said

And I'm talking to myself again